03.51 AM "Violets are red, Roses are blue, we have to put up the outer tent or I kill you" - Yuri Soens
Realising Yuri was right about putting up the outer tent because of the morning Dew, two of us got up and did what had to be done. After a rough sleep, we let our sleeping bags dry and started cycling and enjoyed the tranquility of the road. We stopped at an abandoned trainstation after 45 km and after a thorough check for bums, we hung up our hammocks in an old traincart. A fire was made in an oil drum, hobo style, and we roasted some fishdicks to go with our spinach-potato stew. We fell asleep peacefully under the loud barking of the dog asylum across the street.